๐ณ๏ธ You stared into the abyssโ and held your ground.
๐ซ Pain couldn't fracture you.
๐ซ Loneliness couldn't hollow you.
๐จ Your foundation is forged from every force that triedโ and failedโ
*to break you.*
๐ญ The popular kid beats the misfit, the unloved;
that's the brutal symmetry of existence.
โจ Endurance sharpens clarity; in this inverted reality, the only authentic currencies are
๐ฅ pain,
โค๏ธโ๐ฅ suffering,
and ๐ hollow echoes
of ๐ futility.
๐ฉ In a realm ruled by deception, โ๏ธ logic and truth become ๐ช ceremonial bladesโ
๐ก beautiful yet useless against impenetrable lies.
Hatred
โ๏ธ is the invisible chain that binds cause to consequenceโ
๐ unbreakable, โ inevitable, โ๏ธ relentless.
๐จ My despair wasn't born from weaknessโ
it was meticulously forged by the world itself.
*This counterfeit world.*